Dalton Veil 소설 & 이야기

In the thousands of years Dalton had spent running the organization, he had killed no less than eight hundred to a thousand dragon clan cultivators. Now that almost all the dragon clan cultivators had been wiped out, something that threatened to damage the organization's reputation had popped up. Dalton would have none of it. Dino knew how terrifying Dalton's wrath was, thus lowered his head and asked, "Well, what do you think we should do, Mister Dalton?" Dalton sneered. "Keep an eye on Wilbur and tell me the second he leaves Buck Town. I'm going to ambush him with some men and make sure he never gets out!"

If he even cared. I stumbled forward, smoke burning my lungs. I wasn’t even sure where I was running, just that I needed help. Needed someone to help me. “Aurelia!” The voice ripped through the smoke. I turned and saw Dalton, his dark hair drenched with sweat, eyes wide as he pushed through the chaos. His gaze found mine, and something in his expression cracked when he saw Kael in my arms. And saw who was missing. “No...” he whispered, reaching for me. “Where is...?”

Dalton didn’t disappoint, he quickly went to search for Yael, when he found her and he told her Rex’s decision to search for the magical crystal. “Is he crazy? That green crystal has never been seen let alone being found. How stubborn!” She said and walked away annoyed. The man was making things hard for both of them.

Dalton," I greeted him, finished putting my things in my bag and headed out into the hallways. "How are you, Nish?" He asks me behind me. Dalton was a little short, his hair was curly black and he wore glasses. He always followed me for as long as I can remember. I mean, I think he never gets over me. "I found out what happened to Max. It's sad."

Dalton was now a sight for sore eyes. He wasn't sporting the cropped look anymore. It was now spiked up but a bit disheveled for a sexy effect. He was tall, around six-foot-two and his forest green eyes - one of his best attributes that I loved to gaze all day - was sparkling, and filled out like a killing machine, all thanks to being a quarterback of the football team.

"How many people do you know who go by the name of Dalton Davis?" The girl composed herself and apologized for doubting him. "It's just so hard to believe," she said. To clear her head, she decided to walk to the living room. He followed closely behind her. Unfortunately for her, Kelvin's parents were in the living room watching the news - the news about Mr Dalton. His parents turned when they saw them. Grave faces matched grave faces. "I see you have heard the news," Kelvin's father said. "This must be hard for the two of you," his mother said with her hands to her mouth in horror.

Even though I had just come back from there. Something flickered across his face—approval? Amusement? I couldn’t tell. “That’s good,” he said finally. “He didn’t deserve to get caught in the middle of this.” That made me pause. “Do you know him?” Dalton’s expression softened almost imperceptibly. “His mother was kind to me. When I had nothing and no one, she sheltered me. I was half-starved and half-mad with rage, She’s the only reason I didn’t burn the whole damned territory down. I owe her more than you realize.”

And yet, he had no choice but to play along. The ceremony dragged on, with them exchanging reluctant “I do’s” much to Benedict and Dorothea’s relief. When the officiant instructed Jaxon to lift the veil, his heart slowed. The moment of truth. Jaxon’s hands were steady as he reached for the delicate fabric. A hush descended over the room as if the very walls were holding their breath. He lifted the veil, the silk whispering against his fingers, and revealed— Her. Her. Kallista Jones.

“A life you should have thought about when you childishly decided to cause harm to people by your actions. Did you really think you’d walk away from this with a slap on the hand and a warning? Well, here’s your reality check and I’m going to cash it as I write it; ‘Misha David Michaels, you are hereby and forever stripped of your ability to mate. You are sentenced to a lifetime as a Veil Warden. You will report to the Veil Warden Academy before this day’s festivities begin. Anyone eligible to be your mate has already verbally rejected you. You are alone. May others learn from your story, because that’s all you are now, a memory.’”

She answered “What about the other one?”I asked about the second member of the Daleton Boys. “Oh, his name is Ivanovo Daleton. Ivan is the smart one and the star athlete out of the three of them. He plays basketball and his family owns Daleton prep.” “Wow, does he like have any famous sibling too?” I asked very much curious about them. “Not really, he has two brothers but they’re in middle school”. She answered. “He mentioned having a girlfriend, do you know who she is?”